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know one thing I do own Katrina DeGati and the word Avanchie. So ha
It was yet another day for Harry at number 4 Privet Drive. He had been woken up once again by his cousin Dudleys demented cries for food.
Oh, why couldn't Ron take me with him on his vacation to Romania to visit his brother?
Harry thought
So Harry slipped out of his bed lazily and walked downstairs to the kitchen. When he got there he caught his aunt spying from the window.
"Honey, I think we have new neighbor's moving into the old Merret's place they seem to have a girl about our Dudley's age. She looks extremely thin and pale not like our little Dudley wumsly over here" Mrs Dursley told his Uncle.
Thank goodness she doesn't look like Dudley because we have enough with one pig in this street
Once again Harry thought this as he sat down at the table nest to Mr. Dursely who as usual was reading the paper and eating his breakfast somewhere in there.
But as for Dudley he was eating his usual dozen pancakes to go with the dozen eggs and to be gulped with a pitcher of lemonade.
"What are you smirking at boy, jealous our Dudley might get that new girl in town" said Mr. Dursley roughly.
"Well I should hope she might be the one that might be worried getting all trampered like that by his baby fat that hasn't seem to leave him yet" Harry slyly replied.
Well by this statement Mrs. Dursley seem to have been given a blow because she immediately ran towards Harry with hand cupped ready to strangle him. If it hadn't been for Harry ducking he would surely been gasping for air by now.
"How dare you speak of my Dudley that way, why he's never done a thing to hurt you and you've gone and insulted him that way, now look at how the poor darling is like"
Harry turned to look at his cousin and saw him smirking with his usual evial smirk he gives Harry when he's in trouble but when Mrs. Dursley turned around he suddenly changed his face to a frown and Harry could sworn he herd a wimper.
"Well how about I go to my room maybe that will make everyone happier" and with that Harry left and went to his room.
After an hour of just lying on his bed Harry felt kind of sad that he had left the table without eating any breakfast because he was starving for those pancakes he smelled all the way from the kitchen.
Man I can't stand the smel,l I should go to the window and see who's moving in.
All he saw were men unloading the truck and putting all the furniture and boxes full of stuff
Oh that's usual to see, I don't know what I should see
Then finally he saw this girl leave the house, she was tall and thin like his aunt had said she had black hair and seemed to be looking for something on the ground, Harry couldn't keep his eyes off her from what he had seen she looked kind of pretty. Then all of sudden as if she had known Harry was looking at her she stood strait up turned around looked at Harry's window and waved. She waved to him?
" How did she know I was looking at her? But I must say she is pretty, but still how did she know. Okay Harry you're just making things up she wasn't waving to you she wasn't even looking at you but who else could she be waving to. Okay, I'm just thinking to much about this. Think about school you'll be going back in two weeks.
Well thanks for reading my story. This is the first one I've written for people to read. Sure I've written stories but they were always for school and fun and usually horror. But I love Harry Potter and this story has been stirring in my head for a while and I want people to judge so please review it.
It was yet another day for Harry at number 4 Privet Drive. He had been woken up once again by his cousin Dudleys demented cries for food.
Oh, why couldn't Ron take me with him on his vacation to Romania to visit his brother?
Harry thought
So Harry slipped out of his bed lazily and walked downstairs to the kitchen. When he got there he caught his aunt spying from the window.
"Honey, I think we have new neighbor's moving into the old Merret's place they seem to have a girl about our Dudley's age. She looks extremely thin and pale not like our little Dudley wumsly over here" Mrs Dursley told his Uncle.
Thank goodness she doesn't look like Dudley because we have enough with one pig in this street
Once again Harry thought this as he sat down at the table nest to Mr. Dursely who as usual was reading the paper and eating his breakfast somewhere in there.
But as for Dudley he was eating his usual dozen pancakes to go with the dozen eggs and to be gulped with a pitcher of lemonade.
"What are you smirking at boy, jealous our Dudley might get that new girl in town" said Mr. Dursley roughly.
"Well I should hope she might be the one that might be worried getting all trampered like that by his baby fat that hasn't seem to leave him yet" Harry slyly replied.
Well by this statement Mrs. Dursley seem to have been given a blow because she immediately ran towards Harry with hand cupped ready to strangle him. If it hadn't been for Harry ducking he would surely been gasping for air by now.
"How dare you speak of my Dudley that way, why he's never done a thing to hurt you and you've gone and insulted him that way, now look at how the poor darling is like"
Harry turned to look at his cousin and saw him smirking with his usual evial smirk he gives Harry when he's in trouble but when Mrs. Dursley turned around he suddenly changed his face to a frown and Harry could sworn he herd a wimper.
"Well how about I go to my room maybe that will make everyone happier" and with that Harry left and went to his room.
After an hour of just lying on his bed Harry felt kind of sad that he had left the table without eating any breakfast because he was starving for those pancakes he smelled all the way from the kitchen.
Man I can't stand the smel,l I should go to the window and see who's moving in.
All he saw were men unloading the truck and putting all the furniture and boxes full of stuff
Oh that's usual to see, I don't know what I should see
Then finally he saw this girl leave the house, she was tall and thin like his aunt had said she had black hair and seemed to be looking for something on the ground, Harry couldn't keep his eyes off her from what he had seen she looked kind of pretty. Then all of sudden as if she had known Harry was looking at her she stood strait up turned around looked at Harry's window and waved. She waved to him?
" How did she know I was looking at her? But I must say she is pretty, but still how did she know. Okay Harry you're just making things up she wasn't waving to you she wasn't even looking at you but who else could she be waving to. Okay, I'm just thinking to much about this. Think about school you'll be going back in two weeks.
Well thanks for reading my story. This is the first one I've written for people to read. Sure I've written stories but they were always for school and fun and usually horror. But I love Harry Potter and this story has been stirring in my head for a while and I want people to judge so please review it.